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    I don't know what I said outside, but Zhao Yuan inside didn't hear clearly.

    "Here we come¡ª" Zhao Yuan agreed, ready to go out and open the door, and asked repeatedly while walking, "Who is it?"

    Before reaching the door, Liang Yu came out of the bathroom and said coldly, "Stop."

    Zhao Yuan turned his head and looked at him carefully for a while: "You were in front of the mirror just nowarranging your hair? Do you have anything to do later?"

    Without saying a word, Liang Yu walked to the door with his long legs.

    The door opens.

    His voice slowed down, and he lowered his head to look at the person who came: "Come?"

    As soon as the words were spoken, Zhao Yuan analyzed from Liang Yu's tone who was knocking on the door - except for Zheng Yimian, he had never seen Liang Yu talk to anyone like this.

    Zheng Yimian outside the door nodded, pointing to the room: "Take your sketch out, I'll help you look."

    I still remember that Liang Yu missed the painting lecture in the afternoon.

    "Okay." Liang Yu waved his hands back, motioning Zhao Yuan to give him the sketchbook.

    Zhao Yuan found his notebook on the table, hung a pen on the notebook for him, and handed it to him.

    Liang Yu took the notebook, took it to the door, and asked, "Where are you talking?"

    "Let's just go to the living room."

    Two people entered the living room.

    Zheng Yimian found a small table and sat down, Liang Yu took the opportunity to sit beside her.

    She took Liang Yu's sketchbook and opened it to read.

    The basic skills accumulated over a long period of time allowed her to see the advantages and disadvantages of this painting at a glance. Zheng Yimian stretched out the tip of his pen and tapped his eaves: "This painting is quite good, with a degree of tightness.  It¡¯s more casual and looks very comfortable.¡±

    The overall picture is good.

    After all, he is a person who can be admitted to the art department of W University, no matter how bad he is, he has two brushes.

    It's just Judging from her more experienced experience, if you look closely at Liang Yu's painting, you can still see that the basic skills are not particularly solid.

    Recalling all the rumors about him in high school, Zheng Yimian asked: "When did you start learning to draw?"

    "The training camp for the second semester of the second year of high school begins."

    He was looking casually, not knowing where he was looking.

    "I've only studied for more than half a year" Zheng Yimian pondered, "I know."

    After only studying for half a year, it is still very good to be able to draw like this, and it must have been hard work.

    Zheng Yimian was a little curious: "Did you learn it in the studio?"

    "No, I asked the teacher to tutor alone," he folded his hands on his thighs, raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Why?"

    "Nothing," she shook her head, "I'm just curious."

    Everywhere in this person seems to be contradictory and full of mysteries.

    Like everyone else, she is also curious about the reasons behind "The Prodigal Son Turns Back" and "The Demon King Conscientious".

    He nodded to show his understanding, cooperated beyond Zheng Yimian's expectation, and said, "What else do you want to know?"

    The night was fading.

    Zheng Yimian supported his head, looking at his slightly chic strokes on the paper: "Why did you suddenly learn to draw?"

    The risk of becoming a monk halfway to study art is very high, just like placing a bet, if you win, you will be proud, if you lose, you will have nothing.  If art cannot be grasped, culture will also be lost.

    Liang Yu looked at her opening and closing lips, his fingers unconsciously paused on the table, the ending was elongated, with some unspeakable cadence: "Because I like it."

    Once Zheng Yimian stopped, the pen holder twirled on her fingertips and fell to the table.

    She looked at him sideways, her drooping eyes were shining brightly, as if they contained billions of stars.

    Following his words, she subconsciously asked again: " Do you like it?"

    Liang Yu paused his fingers, looked into her eyes, opened his lips, his voice was slightly tired, and even the lingering nasal voice became mellow.

    Those feelings that were hidden in the eyes in the past are finally willing to rise to the surface, with a touch of affection.

    He nodded: "I like it."

    The smile on the corners of her lips remained undiminished, and her peach blossom eyes sparkled.

    His tone was firm, as if he was making a solemn declaration.

    It's because I like you, not because I like painting.

    It's because I like you.

    I like you.

    ////

    "You are sneaking around by yourself, what are you looking at here like a thief?"

    The squad leader stood behind Zhao Yuan and followed his gaze to look in.

    &nbSomeone was pushed up from behind and stood beside her.

    Before she had time to react, some unknown force pressed Zheng Yimian, she bent down with the person on the side, and it was regarded as her obeisance.

    Just when it felt that something was wrong, everyone behind him suddenly started booing again.

    "Wow¡ª¡ª"

    "You guys have paid your respects! Once you pay your respects, you can't go back on your word!"

    "Hahahahahahaha I'll go!"

    Zheng Yimian looked up and compared the statue in front of him with the one in front of Li Min

    How does it feel, not one?

    "What's this?"

    Zheng Yimian whispered, but unexpectedly the person beside her heard it and gave her an answer.

    Liang Yu's voice was mellow and full of smiles, but he still told her every word in a slow voice.

    " Yuelao."

    Zheng Yimian:?  ?  ?

    "It's Yuelao, Mianmian," Li Min bumped her shoulder, "You two just paid homage to Yuelao."

    After thinking for a while, Zheng Yimian turned around and looked at the monitor.

    Squad leader: "What's wrong?"

    Zheng Yimian is very sincere: "I don't think you should come to study art, you should study news media, and then become an entertainment reporter after graduation, you must be very good."

    After all, it is possible to gossip like this, really, already, no one else.

    The squad leader raised his hand and pressed down: "It's a big mistake."

    They rushed to the next scenic spot.

    Zhao Yuan in the back was still poking his head and looking at Zheng Yimian, before he turned around and said to Liang Yu, "Brother Yu, I think we have already taken the first step in our long march, and she will not be disgusted at all with telling you"  I got stuck on one word for a long time, and finally Zhao Yuan chose a slightly more suitable one, "Gossip."

    Liang Yu laughed, but didn't answer.

    Zhao Yuan continued: "It seems that if we work harder and get closer, we can implement the next plan."

    ////

    After wandering around inside, Zheng Yimian bought an ice cream, ate while heading back, and after eating, it was time to gather.

    As soon as he got in the car and was about to go to the headquarters, Li Min seemed to have read some news on his mobile phone, so he leaned into Zheng Yimian's ear and shared the news with her.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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